Mid-Range Game 5: Competing Realities

[Alvron]

Alvron, has my personal conversation been deleted?  I cannot find it, am I dead?

It's still there.  Probably just buried.  I posted there to bring it to the top of your PM pile.

[phattemer]

Lol. Nice playing with you all. So apparently

 

you've been Seeked and shown as inconclusive.

Did you tell me the wrong role, Alvron?

Or did Hoid have a hoind in it?

Here are my final words:

          They come, men and women in uniforms, bearers of the Calcite Weapon! You will not prevail! You cannot prevail! But wait... what is this? A conglomerate of enemies, brought together by an intense need... I have searched and I can only find one word: Chaos. It is the opposite of Adonalsium, it is the breath of the dead. It is the Apep to Odium's Set, to Honor's Ma'at. It is death. You cannot prevail. You will not prevail. You can never prevail. I go now, in peace to the other side of the Iridescent Tones, to the Spiritual Realm and beyond. But I have one comfort. I will soon be joined. By all of you. There is only one thing that could help you now, and only I have the secret to it. I do not know why, but I will inform you. It will be amusing, I think, to watch you struggle. But here, here is my final gift: one player besides me knows, and that player's name is *gurk*.

 

Oh no, looks like I'm dead. Who knows what you could've learned if you hadn't killed me.

Here is a penultimate gift:

Renegade-   LIBRARIAN  

Newan-          LIBRARIAN

Seonid-     LIBRARIAN

Tulir-         EPIC

Bort-           ???

Winter Cloud- ????

vineyarddawg-    EPIC

Surgebound Rainspren-        I thought he was a RITHMATIST

 

 

Maybe next time you won't vote for a innocent... well, you'll find out. So long, mei amici, and may you join me in the flames of Braize.

[little wilson]

Hey! Who turned out the lights?

Hey! Who turned out the lights?

Hey! Who turned out the lights?

 

I love that double episode so much.

[Eolhondras]

I wouldn't give it ALL, but a reasonable reward would be in order. About 4-5 players you name's teams, as well as any roles I know. I am now voting for Fafa.

Fafa

 

Sure, lets see what you think you know. 

[Alvron]

Round Four: Silent but Deadly

“It’s quiet in the ruins tonight but I’m sure that’s all about to change.  Al Vron here folks bringing you the latest play by play.

Tragedy struck again today when yet another building collapsed burying Ash beneath several tons of rubble.

In this type of match you really need to keep an eye on your surroundings.  I mean look at Eol, engaged in a duel against one competitor only to have another one come from out of nowhere and take him out.

Round Four is brought to you by Prince Rikers Dartmoors latest book.  Alcatraz Smedry and the Twine of Fate.  In stores now.

Look at Pandamonium go.  He dodges left, he dodges right, he leaps and barely evades the blow.  Jain is a machine, nothing can stop him, nothing can slow him down.  Ouch!  Except that.  Running head first into a wall is not a smart thing to do.  Pandamonium once known as Jain is dead.  Shame, he was one of the fans favorites.

It seems a group have cornered the Honorable Sir Maestro Dr. Brightlord Seixa and are prepared to kill.  I’m sure Seixa isn't one to go quietly and it appears I’m right.  He’s putting up a brave fight, at one point it even seemed like he was going to take one or two of them down with him but alas the numbers were too great for him to overcome.

Things sure are heating up here at the arena.  Stay tuned for more action live at the arena."

Vote Tally:
Phatterner: 8
Splinter: 2
Renegade: 1

Round Four has arrived and with it another lottery.
4 items are in the lottery today
Secret Item:  Double-barrel Shotgun:  This handy shotgun can be used to either attack two players at once or to attack one player twice.
Detonator Glass:  If you are killed while holding this item then your attacker shall be blown up into teenée tiny pieces unless they have some protection.  Doesn’t work on lynchings.
Jumper Cables:  These cables and portable battery can be used to protect someone from death by shocking them back to life. However should the one protected not be attacked then they shall die instead.  Battery has one charge.
Secret Item:  Syphon:  This diabolical device can be used to drain one life from another player and add it to your own.  If the player targeted only has one life then this will kill that player.  (Contains one charge.)

Deaths:
Eol (Eolhondras) Librarian
Ash (Ashiok) Cosmere
Dr. Brightlord Seixa (Phattemer) Rithmatic
Jain (Lightsworn Panda) Epic

Edited September 9, 2016 by Alvron

[Araris Valerian]

I'm going to restate my vote from last cycle, Renegade has claimed to be Rithmatist and that team is still up in players, assuming that all teams are equally distrubuted.

[Lord Pifferdoo]

On an unrelated note, Count Piffula flatulated just before the round ended.

 

The fart was very loud, yet harmless. 

[Bort]

Bortholemew watched as yesterday's deaths were announced, quietly marking names off his list.

 

Players:

Vin Yard Awg/Vya (Vineyarddawg)

Tristal (Tuilr)

Dow (Dowanx)

Cleo and Kae (Winter Cloud)

Ank (Clanky)

Keira (Little Wilson)

Arall (Araris Valerian)

Karlin (Surgebound Rainspren)

Count Piffula (Lord Pifferdoo)

Tammy Kingswright (A Smart Guy)

Todd Smith (Twelfthrootoftwo)

Bortholemew (Bort)

Lil' Meester Fafa (Splinter)

Naran (Aonar Faileas)

New One the Toddler (Newan)

Figgldygrak (Gamma Fiend)

Ferrin (Feligon)

The Shard (ShardbearerFanatic2014)

Samhain (Seonid)

Restless (Renegade)

Lu (Luckat)

 

Deceased:

Epics:

Keldre (KalaDellexe)

Atreides Agamemnon (Ostrichofevil)

Jain (Lightsworn Panda)

 

Librarians:

Malcom (Mailliw73)

Eol (Eolhondras)

 

Cosmere:

Joe (The Only Joe)

Ash (Ashiok)

 

Rithmatists:

(Dis)Honorable Sir Maestro Dr. Brightlord Seixa (Phattemer)

 

That done, Bortholemew vanished back into the shadows to contemplate today's activities.

[the winter system]

I wonder which role dead people are. Storms, it is frustrating being in a game where only alignments are revealed at death!

[Gamma Fiend]

A hushed excitement fell over the crowd as the chaos in the battleground had slowly settled down and all became silent, but deadly forces worked together in the shadows for promise of more death and bloodshed to come. Figgldygrak struggled alone in the crowd, far separated from even those It was supposed to call allies. Even the helpful voices that had been whispering advice and friendship had fallen silent, and Figgldygrak had began to suspect those voices were not to be trusted.

 

When the whole world was figgldygrak, one couldn't even trust their own gibletish-addled brain.
 

As the days passed, Figgldygrak's brutish thoughts grew increasingly hostile and savage, in turn warping it even further into a monstrous beast. Translucent, green acid began to ooze from the scrapes and cuts Figgldygrak had suffered in it's troubles, leaving it's skin blistered and bubbling where the rivulets ran down it's leathered, calloused skin. It's haunting laugh becoming even more demented and psychotic, booming and echoing unnaturally loud, as if a chorus of demonic voices had joined together in a symphony of destruction.

"I AM FIGGLDYGRAK!!!"

[vineyarddawg]

Clanky has been acting suspiciously in PM's with me.

[Newan]

Renegade and Clanky have both been rumored to be on Team Rithmatist.  Team Rithmatist is still ahead of the other teams in player count.  But I don't think that either of those players are the best option for the lynch this turn.  

 

Mailliw was confident that Luckat was the Rithmatist Defensive Specialist.  This is a very special role.  

 

Defensive Specialist: Your chalk defences are considered the best in the world.  Each cycle you can protect either yourself or another from attacks.

(emphasis mine)

 

Whereas most defensive roles can protect someone from one attack per cycle, this one can protect someone from attacks.  If Lu decides to protect herself every turn, a lynch is the only possible way to kill her.  

 

If you're curious, the Epic Illusionist and the Cosmere Mistborn are two other special roles.  There must be one for Team Librarian too, but I can't figure out which one it is.

 

Anyway, yeah kill Luckat.  Grab your torches and pitchforks and whatever!

[the winter system]

What other kinds of info did you purchase from Mailliw? 

[dowanx]

If I had to bet on who had a more powerful role Lu or Clanky I would have to go with Clanky.

[twelfthrootoftwo]

I'm voting with Newan on this one. Not only is Luckat a powerful role, she's also an excellent player.

[Newan]

What other kinds of info did you purchase from Mailliw? 

 

I didn't purchase any of it.  He just didn't want it to go to waste when he died.  

 

 

 

If I had to bet on who had a more powerful role Lu or Clanky I would have to go with Clanky.

 

My intel says that Clanky is a soldier (the Rithmatist surviving role).  Could be wrong, but there aren't many roles more powerful than the defensive specialist.  

[the winter system]

 

I didn't purchase any of it.  He just didn't want it to go to waste when he died.  

Ah. You're a librarian, then. 

[Feligon]

Sorry I haven't been more active,but I am suspicious of /red/renegade/red/

[Mailliw73]

Sorry I haven't been more active,but I am suspicious of /red/renegade/red/

[*color=red*] VOTE HERE [*/color*] is how to do coloring on a mobile. Without the asterisks, of course.

Edited March 15, 2015 by Mailliw73

[Bort]

So far out of everyone, I'm most suspicious of Renegade. He has told me things that have turned out to be untrue. I'm not sure but he may be a Serial Killer or Hoid.

[Araris Valerian]

I think that I'll switch to Luckat. She was a major pain last game to team hatefulness. Renegade

[Gamma Fiend]

Clanky.

[little wilson]

I am also going to vote for Ank.

[Aonar]

Night had fallen. Or a least whatever passed for night in this place. Things had quieted, and few still moved through the streets. The man, Ank as he apparently called himself, had fallen asleep, Finn deciding to curl up beside his feet. It was strange. The ruined city, despite all the deaths and terrible things that had happened, appeared peaceful. 

 

Naran looked up at the sky through a hole in the wall, wondering. Why? What was the point of this? Throwing a bunch of random people together, forcing them to kill or be killed? Who was doing this? From what he'd seen, many of the others were treating this like a game. Like they didn't care whether they lived or died, didn't care who or how many they killed. 

 

The stars in the sky seemed to mock his confusion, cold, bright, unfamiliar and uncaring. 

 

A sudden thought struck him like a hammer blow. What if it isn't random? Can you really say that you're so different from the others? Even Ank, as nice as he seems, was clearly a soldier, at some point. We were chosen. Picked from nameless millions as the ones most likely to fight to the death. A shiver ran down his spine. Who could know? And how? Naran had buried his past ages ago, locking it up the best way he knew how.

 

Something thudded into the wooden wall above his head, interrupting his musings. It glinted faintly in the moonlight, round and metallic. Naran recognized it from Scadrial. A boxing. Rust.

 

Pushing himself away from the wall, he turned towards the door and shrugged on his coat. Aora raised her head from where she'd been sleeping by the door, looking at him warily. Just where do you think you're going? Her gaze seemed to ask. 

 

"Don't worry," Naran said, carefully opening the battered door. "I'll be back in a minute." In a flash, the dog was up, sticking her head into the door before he could close it. He sighed. "Fine." Aora pushed her way through the door before Naran could change his mind, running out into the street, sniffing at the ground. Calling her back, he set off in the direction the coin had come from.

 

The narrow, cracked streets wound and twisted as he walked onward, drawing ever further from safety. Aora stopped suddenly, teeth bared, growling just slightly. Naran couldn't see a thing, but he trusted the dog to have noticed something he didn't. "I know you're here. Show yourself, Metalborn."

 

A figure crashed to the street in front of him, cloak tassels whipping through the air. "Observant. Most have difficulty seeing me, when I do not wish to be seen."

 

"I've dealt with enough of your kind to know your tricks."

 

Naran couldn't see much of the Mistborn's face underneath his hood, but he appeared to smile wryly. "I'd imagine you have. The second son of an out of favour house, a murderer, twice disgraced and believed dead. It's a wonder you weren't killed quietly by a coinshot years ago."

 

"I don't like what you're implying." It had been years since Naran had been anywhere near Luthadel, but bad blood could last decades among Scadrian Nobility.

 

"I imply nothing. You should simply know that where I come from, there are many who would like confirmation of your death. More still, if it's made known that you serve a Skaa."

 

Anger flared through him. Whoever this man was, he had no right to dig at Naran's past like this. "I serve no one, Metalborn."

 

The Mistborn stepped forwards, grabbing Naran's wrist to keep him from moving away. Aora growled unhappily, but knew better than to attack the Allomancer. "Then prove it. Reject your master's Commands, and join us in this grand game. You'll have to kill that man you've helped, of course. We can't be consorting with the enemy, after all."

 

Naran yanked his hand free. One of his sleeves slid back, revealing a complex pattern of red ink on his forarm. The Mistborn raised an eyebrow, but did not comment. Pulling the sleeve back into place, he spoke. "I'll think about it."

 

The Allomancer dropped a coin. "Do not think long, Aonar. If the Soldier is not dead by morning, we will assume you have refused." He took off, into the night.

 

Rubbing his wrist, Naran turned away. “Come on, Aora. We should be getting back.” The wolfhound followed faithfully at his heel, but she was clearly unhappy about what had happened.

 

The trip back seemed to take far less time than the trip there. Opening the door quietly, Naran and Aora slipped inside.

 

Ank still slept against the wall, the same place he’d been when Naran left. Finn however had moved, sitting in front of the door, apparently waiting intently for their return. The massive shepherd licked frantically at Naran’s hands, happy to see them back.

 

Naran paused, ignoring the dog for a moment. There was a pair of obsidian knives in his belt. Ank was sleeping. It would be easy. Incredibly easy. Four steps, one cut, and several of his problems would be solved.

 

He put a hand on one of his knives, and took a step forwards. Ank’s shown no malice towards you. If anything, he’s been friendly. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d killed someone who’d called him friend.

 

Knife drawn, Naran took another step. It’s been years, Aonar. You’ve changed. You’ve lost your edge. If that’s true, then killing Ank will be the perfect way to get back into the swing of things.

 

Another step closer; Naran crouched, knife at the ready. Nothing came. Finn and Aora looked over at him, worried.

 

He took the last step; crouched over Ank’s sleeping form. Do you know what makes you different from the others? Naran paused, knife inches from Ank’s throat. You weren’t before. You aren’t really now. You chose to change. You chose to become better. You chose to forget your past. His hand shook, struggling to hold the knife steady.

 

Nothing is different except for the choice you made. Don’t go back on it now.

 

Adjusting his grip on the knife, Naran turned and rammed it into its sheath with a click, as Ank slept on, oblivious.

 

 

No vote, today.

[luckat]

Clanky. Sorry.